In a little old hut,
Lived a little old witch,
Very, very old, but,
Screamed at a high pitch.
She set the tea-pot on,
And prepared a plate of crust,
She set it upon,
A table, old with rust.
Alas! In came the tabby cat,
And knocked down the tea-pot,
The witch gave it a great swat,
Was it good to look at her? Absolutely not!
She screamed and screeched,
In her very high pitch,
To what level would it reach?
For her tone never switched.
And there goes the tabby cat,
Looking for a mouse,
A very big rat,
Or just another witch to rouse.
MS Diksha
Std 7, National Public School, Rajajianagar, Bangalore
